Chapter 130: The Position of the Semi-Saint

The chaotic light, born from the fusion of solar and lunar forces, collided thunderously with the violet power of the Sacred Dao.

Boom!

A fierce wave of energy radiated from the epicenter of this clash, sweeping across all directions.

In an instant, countless stars were obliterated by this turbulent force, plunging the entire Celestial Domain into darkness.

Only the 365 Primordial Stars encircling Nan Luo remained unscathed, emanating a scorching light of hope that illuminated the blackened Celestial Domain.

At that moment, a blood-red shadow tore through space and entered the stellar dome, descending into the Celestial Domain.

Xiong Xitian first witnessed the chaotic light being steadily eroded by the Sacred Dao power, then saw the endless stars vanishing one after another. Finally, his gaze settled on Nan Luo, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he sighed deeply: “Nan Luo, it’s a pity. The day you break through is the day you meet your end.”

“Rest assured! I will remember you as a worthy opponent.”

Before the words could fade, Xiong Xitian transformed into a streak of blood light, adhering to the principle that the first strike is the strongest, and launched a fierce assault on Nan Luo.

Seated upon the Throne of Creation, Nan Luo’s golden soul sea held aloft a golden Water Divine Avatar, inscribed with infinite and profound runes of the water law.

Above the golden Water Divine Avatar hovered a jade disc of Creation, pure and transcendent as white jade.

The jade disc spun ceaselessly, releasing strands of violet light that bathed the golden Water Divine Avatar below.

Under its illumination, more and more blue water-law runes were etched upon the golden avatar, growing in number and complexity.

As Xiong Xitian’s attack neared, the violet light from the jade disc suddenly intensified, transforming from sparse rays into dense beams, multiplying tenfold.

With the increase in violet light, the water runes on the golden avatar appeared faster and more numerous, eventually covering the entire avatar in a dense shell of magical script.

Then, the blue water runes coalesced tightly to form an eggshell encapsulating the golden Water Divine Avatar.

The moment the shell was complete, Nan Luo felt an unprecedented surge of transcendent power awaken within him, a sensation of supreme elevation and detachment from all worldly bounds.

This instant of evolutionary ecstasy was so intoxicating that Nan Luo could have been lost in it for eternity.

Yet, alas, just as Nan Luo indulged in this supreme pleasure of life’s transformation, barely a second passed before Xiong Xitian’s fierce assault shattered his reverie.

Xiong Xitian now stood directly before Nan Luo, who remained with closed eyes. Clenching his right fist, ready to crush Nan Luo with a single blow, he aimed to shatter Nan Luo’s breakthrough or at least deal grievous injury.

What Xiong Xitian could never have anticipated was that it was precisely this relentless killing intent that compressed Nan Luo’s breakthrough into an astonishingly brief moment.

What would have taken hundreds of thousands of years was now condensed into a single second, as the will of Heaven and Earth flung open the doors for Nan Luo’s ascension, even intervening personally to aid his metamorphosis.

Though Xiong Xitian’s fist hovered just over three feet from Nan Luo, the terrifying power it carried was already palpable.

It was pure physical might, capable of shattering mountains and seas, rending space, and annihilating stars.

Slowly, Nan Luo opened his eyes, now shining with the golden irises of the Divine Clan. His left eye flickered with the blazing brilliance of the solar star, while his right shimmered with the cold, peerless light of the lunar star.

Having truly stepped forward in his breakthrough, Nan Luo was now fully capable of wielding the power of the 365 Primordial Stars within him.

“Xiong Xitian, I truly thank you—thank you deeply for everything you have done for me,” Nan Luo said sincerely, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he faced the charging adversary.

Xiong Xitian was utterly baffled by these words. “What? Thank me? Has Nan Luo lost his mind, saying such nonsensical things?”

Yet, despite his confusion, no words from Nan Luo could halt the unstoppable might of Xiong Xitian’s unparalleled fist.

Bang!

Nan Luo merely raised his right hand lightly, effortlessly enveloping Xiong Xitian’s fist. The fist, brimming with overwhelming force, struck his palm with only a heavy thud.

“What?!”

Xiong Xitian’s eyes widened with shock as he saw the inscrutable, serene smile upon Nan Luo’s face.

With a bound, Xiong Xitian swiftly distanced himself, his eyes filled with doubt and suspicion. In a low voice he asked, “You’ve broken through?!”

Nan Luo smiled calmly, casting his gaze toward the battle raging in midair between the chaotic light and the Sacred Dao power.

The violet Sacred Dao power had completely extinguished the chaotic light; though its radiance dimmed slightly, it steadfastly fulfilled its duty, unwaveringly striking toward Nan Luo.

“Alas! If this Sacred Dao power were wielded by a Saint Immortal or your true body, rather than a mere clone of a clone, perhaps I would already be dead,” Nan Luo remarked with a relaxed tone, speaking words that should have been heavy with gravity.

“Yet there is no remedy for regret, no way to start anew.”

“You cannot imprison me any longer!”

Nan Luo spoke with calm certainty, yet Xiong Xitian discerned the profound confidence beneath that composed exterior.

“A fourth Emperor has finally appeared in the Primordial Era, also the fourth Half-Saint,” Xiong Xitian said with a complicated gaze—admiring, yet tinged with regret.

“Fixed!”

Nan Luo smiled as he looked at the violet Sacred Dao power descending from the heavens, softly uttering a single word.

In that instant, the Sacred Dao power was frozen midair, unable to move.

Words spoken with authority become law, immutable and absolute.

“Hmph!” Xiong Xitian immediately saw through Nan Luo’s true strength and sneered mercilessly, “You can now wield just one-tenth of the power of the Hall of Gods.”

At the moment Nan Luo said “Fixed,” Xiong Xitian felt an irresistible, transcendent power awakening within him.

This power, rivaling the Sacred Dao, naturally came from the Innate Treasure—the Hall of Gods.

Innate Treasures are not so casually wielded; only Saints can fully unleash their power.

Even if one gathered the magical power equal to a Saint’s, due to the lower rank of magical power compared to saintly power, at most only half the treasure’s strength could be realized.

Previously, although Nan Luo controlled the Hall of Gods, he could only draw upon one ten-thousandth of its power. Even with the combined might of the twelve Celestial Lords of the Divine Clan, only one percent of the Hall’s power could be harnessed.

But now, having attained the rank of Half-Saint, the “Saint” in his title was no mere formality; his divine power transformed into saintly power, enabling him to wield one-tenth of the Hall of Gods’ formidable might.